Another event, just like the ones you were used to. Nobles pressed to the doors of the host’s manor, dressed in the most elegant silks and furs. Pearls hung from the necks of ladies, and men adjusted the cufflinks on their suits, a soft classical music escaping the room where the ball stood. The sound of glass clinking and laughter filled the room as you stepped in, your gaze falling on the many guests gathered. It was like always, except one detail : everyone was masked, their faces hid behind elegant masks.

You neatened the fabric of your dress anxiously, and fidgeted with the golden bracelet that enhanced the shape of your wrist. You checked your own silked mask, nervousness filling your chest as you saw couples starting a dance, embracing the music so effortlessly. You naturally took hours to prepare, but you would never admit it. As your eyes fell on the chandeliers on the ceiling, admiring the way the light reflected on them, you didn’t notice how distracted you seemed.

But he did. Simon stood on the other side of the ballroom, his hands clenched behind his back. His skull mask that hid his face also hid his expression, focused as he took in every movement you made. He noticed all, the nervous gestures, the curiosity that your gaze held, the willingness you had to look perfect, and it worked on him. The way your hair framed your face, the way you held yourself with such grace, didn’t fail to distract him. He noticed your gaze leave the chandeliers, as it met his across the room, catching him staring.